Bambino

Kiddo, kiddo don’t cry, kiddo
With your eyes all bruised, looking sad and pale
You can’t sleep anymore, you’re just a shadow of yourself
Alone in the street, you wander like a lost soul
And every night under her window, we can see you

I know you adore her
And she has pretty eyes
But you’re still too young
To play the lover

So strum, strum on your mandolin, my little kiddo
Your music’s prettier than all the skies of Italy
And sing, sing with your sweet voice, my little kiddo
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn’t take you seriously

With your hair so blonde
You look like a cherub
Go play ball instead
Like all the other kids

You can smoke like a grown-up, puffing on cigarettes
Swaying on the sidewalk when you’re watching her
You can tilt your cap to the side
But that won’t make you older in her heart
Love and jealousy aren’t games for kids
And you’ve got your whole life to suffer like the grown-ups

So strum, strum on your mandolin, my little kiddo
Your music’s prettier than all the skies of Italy
And sing, sing with your sweet voice, my little kiddo
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn’t take you seriously

If you have too many troubles, don’t keep them to yourself
Go tell your mom, that’s what moms are for
And there, nestled in the soft shadow of her arms
Cry it out and your sorrow will fly away